“YAËLLE”.
THE ARTIVIST - Tome I, a short novel immersed in the mysteries of society, Yaëlle, the main character, appears to have a perfect life from the outside.
Nevertheless, something keeps preventing her from reaching a true equilibrium.
In the second Tome, she emerges from a real-life nightmare, awakening to a world yet to be explored, while recalling the roots of her despair.
It feels like an unreal scene: the last 24 hours spent battling the ocean’s deepness and heavy waves with her body, while her mind relives a flood of memories from the past. 10 years.
Awake and exposed, Yaëlle is determined to finish what was once started.
THE ARTIVIST, synopsis II..
Once more, everything began.
THE ARTIVIST,
TOME 2
Chapter 1, HER.
- Teasers.
Surrounded by sand,
Pushed by waves,
That day,
I remember waking up,
Hoping for the end.
THE ARTIVIST/
The Awakening
Yaëlle lies there, beaten, alone, stripped of any sense of good,
while David still lives within her closest memories.
Her eyes filled with salty water as she slowly began to perceive reality again.
Lost at the edge of the sea,
yet with a clear mind.
It felt as though there was a reason
She had been brought there.
Tears rolled down her face.
They were red.
Her hands were also covered in blood,
even as the waves kept washing the color away.
Fragments of the past.
David’s voice:
“Yaëlle, only go if you truly want to.
You don’t have to.
Please forgive me…
I can’t follow.”
A voice from below:
“Wake up.
Don’t take too long.
Remember his name.”
She tried to move her body,
but the pain forced a scream out of her,
a raw, tearing cry.
No one was there.
Time had dissolved.
She closed her eyes,
breathed slowly,
and drifted away again.
As if she had crossed something she couldn’t name.
The voice again:
“Wake up.
Please don’t take too long.
Remember us.”
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The Encounter
Yaëlle and Ulysses.
In a single night,
something unimaginable had happened.
Driven by fanaticism,
a punishment had been carried out.
For a desire for liberation.
not only for herself,
but to continue the path that was meant to illuminate her world
and the world of those who seek an unorthodox freedom.
Her body carried the violence of what had been done.
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Ulysses
He was walking along the shore when he noticed her.
At first, he thought it was debris left behind at the edge of the ocean.
He had never witnessed anything like it.
And, he was there to clean the ocean, not to step into a situation where someone’s life might depend on him.
His responsibilities were already heavy enough, and this came at the worst possible moment.
He was not a hero. Just a man.
The sand around her was turning red,
fed by the blood that continued to fall.
It was shocking and almost unreal to witness such beauty and such violence intertwined.
She lay there, unconscious, still, like something abandoned between life and death.
He approached her.
Carefully.
Then faster.
His first instinct, after the wave of panic hit him, was to shake her shoulders and check her breathing.
Alive.
His hands were now covered in red.
And somehow, so was everything else.
With no equipment, no tools, he had no choice but to carry her to his nearby shelter, where he would call for help.
The wait wasn’t long
but long enough
to understand that he had stepped into something far beyond him.
There was something about her.
Even in that state, her face felt familiar.
As if he had seen her before.
That was why it felt so overwhelming, even though she was, at that moment, a complete stranger.
Then suddenly, her eyes opened.
Something passed between them.
Silent.
Immediate.
And just before he could reach her with words, she fainted again.
-
Her
I woke up.
My eyes were open, still, but my body remained in shock.
The pain wasn’t only physical.
It was deeper. Duller.
Rooted somewhere words cannot reach within my soul.
For a few moments, I thought I saw an angel.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on me in a way I cannot describe.
There was doubt. Compassion. Anguish.
Then reality caught up with me.
Brutally.
I didn’t have time to understand.
In a fraction of a second, my eyes closed, and my world shifted elsewhere.
-
Back to where it all began.
David,
I don’t understand what is happening between us.
Everything seems to have slipped into a form of rivalry that came out of nowhere.
A strange game… where no one truly wins.
And it weighs on me.
It hurts.
Because deep down, nothing has changed.
My heart still belongs to you.
But today, I see it clearly: It is breaking me.
I can’t follow it anymore.
I can’t hold on to it.
There is also this quiet loneliness,
the kind that lingers even when surrounded, through days and nights.
Please don’t get me wrong, despite everything, there is still gratitude, even when you were the one who benefited the most.
I was never truly looking after myself.
I’m not lost, I know who I am,
but I can’t continue trying to build something meant to grow together on my own.
It seems impossible to play with someone else’s life.
And yet, it happens more often than we imagine.
-
David
She has lost herself in the mission she chose.
At times, I feel like I no longer know her
despite all these years together.
I know this can’t go on.
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Voice, 4th person.
You know what to do, David.
This is crucial.
A decision must be made
one that gives you what you deserve.
What your people deserve.
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David (to Yaëlle)
Yaëlle… do you remember when we first met?
There was something in your eyes
a light I couldn’t ignore.
It has stayed with me ever since.
I still can’t explain it.
There’s a fire in you.
It keeps growing.
That passion… It’s what made me fall for you.
Look at what it has built
a resilient woman, ready to sacrifice herself for a vision not everyone can understand.
But you need to be aware that
some choices carry consequences.
They shape who we are.
And what we are meant to become.
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YAËLLE
I looked at him again.
Who could have imagined that the man I saw for the first time at that gala
Would this person become the person I would share my life with?
We were so different—mentally, physically, emotionally.
I had always admired his devotion
and the commitment he showed to those he loved.
He was the eldest of four siblings.
His discretion and elegance fascinated me,
a kind of intensity that could blur your senses,
the kind only a man fully in control of himself could hold.
Time had changed us.
It had reshaped who we were,
leading us to a different level of understanding
and compromise.
It was no longer what it used to be.
Something had cracked.
And the wound kept opening, second after second.
I couldn’t tell whether it was a habit,
love,
or anger.
But it hurt
as much as losing someone forever.
“Yes, I need to go.”
Those people had organized an entire event to celebrate the company’s latest achievement.
And as long as I’m still leading it, I can’t just walk away.
You know what it is…
You are far beyond anyone else, David.
You’re my hero.
Don’t ever forget that.
I love you.
And just like that, I kissed him
deeper than I could remember ever doing before.
As if we were already saying goodbye.
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